Bleh returned to the office today. She's still sick, as bronchitis usually takes a few weeks to recover from. So she's hacking and coughing and putting on her best pitiful face every time a colleague asks her how she's doing. Which is like every 3 minutes. Ugh.
I was nice yesterday and did some of her work for her because it was rush-priority stuff and if it didn't get done, there would be consequences. So I did it for the sake of the office. In addition to that, because I knew she was actually ill, I did another task for her as well and got the interns to help so Bleh wouldn't be completely avalanched by work when she returned (which I thought would be next week).
When will I learn?
The FIRST thing out of Bleh's mouth today was, "What are these [items] doing on my desk? Did somebody else do this?" I told her it was part of the work I did yesterday, work which is typically HERS. She didn't say thank you. Instead, she proceeded to double-check all the work, asking if all the right steps had been taken. Um, yes, they had.
I guess she thought I was out to sabotage her, but I wasn't. Still, no apology for her assumptions on that either.
Oh, and then Supervisor told Bleh that I had taken care of the rush-priority work in Bleh's absence. Still no thank you.
Wow.
That's the last time I allow myself to think Bleh has a shred of gratitude in her lumpy, ill-dressed body. What a bitch! She can stew in her virus and get avalanched.
1 comment:
The more I read of this the more I wonder if maybe Bleh is in some kind of drug rehabilitation thing with work. Coming in that late, making that many phone calls, etc..... It sounds like the work of a halfway program.
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